Chapter 72

I was trying to pull myself together on the veranda when I felt a familiar presence approaching. Genevieve's voice cut through the air before I even saw her.

"Well, Tessa, what a humiliating performance," she said, emerging from the shadows like an unwelcome apparition. "Ruining a bottle of 1985 Brunello? That's practically a crime by Vandermere standards."

I turned slowly, trying not to show ho